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PART FIVE

Arnav's heart was probably pounding loud enough for Khushi to hear upstairs in their bedroom. She had retired to bed soon after he'd returned from the study. After creating his Tinder profile - despite his guilty conscience.

But he hadn't had the heart to look through the inexhaustible list of girls that Tinder had presented him with instantly. He had regretted his decision almost as soon as he'd made it. And the embarrassing fact that he'd had to make a fake account did not help the case at all.

All that did not matter now though.

Someone had chosen' him.

Arnav gulped.

The picture was obviously fake - he should've known fake accounts are a magnet for other fake accounts. The girl looked like a model in last month's Filmfare. And she probably was... he could almost see the glossy texture of the magazine page in the photo.

The funny thing was that she was wearing a salwar kameez ridiculously similar to the kind Khushi preferred.

And the FUNNIER thing was that her name was Kirti Gupta.

It was like bumping into his wife's alter ego.

Reading through her description though, Arnav relaxed a little. Because it was most un-Khushi-like.

Aged 25. Lives in Delhi. Works as a caterer. Looking for something kinky...

Well, all right. Only the last part was un-Khushi-like. But it was enough to convince him. Because really, there must be a fair number of female caterers in Delhi who were 25 years old.

Definitely no alter ego.

Arnav swiped right.

The notification woke Khushi up from her wide awake musings. All recent doubts about right and wrong left the premises of her brain as conscience packed it's bags and moved to Finland.

He had liked her back. Well, not her' her. But then he wasn't he' he either. Salman Khan. Haha, what a joke...

Tinder offered Khushi the tempting red apple. The message option for Salman Khan had just become available.

She bit her lip as she tapped the icon.

Five minutes of typing then backspacing. Ten minutes of staring out of the window. And another ten minutes of pacing the room later, she finally typed.

Hi, Kinky. Call me Lola.

Khushi shook her head. Maybe she was being too forward. She started to backspace and accidentally hit send.

It took everything in Khushi to not curse out loud like a sailor, fearing Arnav would come up to see what she was doing and she would be busted. But before she could freak out any further, Salman Khan was typing.

Going by your description, shouldn't YOU be Kinky?

Do you want to be Lola?

Not really.